Draco Malfoy Smirking Novels & Stories

she concluded. I could see the look of discontentment and disagreement written boldly on their features. On the other hand, Silvan smiled down at me with pride while squeezing my hands under the table. Lois and Draco smiled cheekily at me from their sitting position. Lois raised her thumb with a huge grin while Draco sent a wink my way.

Emily said. "So soon?" He asked. "Yes. Do you wanna see it?" She asked. "Yeah." He said. Emily ran back to the room to get her drawing. Drago stood beside his father, smiling. "He looks just like you." Emma smirked. "What's your name, son?" "My name is Drago Malfoy." He responded. "I gave him the name to always remember you." "And that of Emily?" He asked. "Cos it's sounding more like Emma." "Just to keep reminding me of the two of us." She said with a shrug.

DRACO'S POV I watched the door click shut behind my brothers. Finally... Silence settled inside the private lounge, but it wasn't peaceful. It was heavy... suffocating. She stood there with her arms folded, the corners of her lips curled into an annoyingly satisfied smile. "What?" I asked, unable to hide the irritation in my voice. She blinked innocently. "What?" she answered back. "You're smiling," I pointed out, narrowing my eyes. "Am I not allowed to?" she asked, her smile widening.

“Maybe he never learned how to be.” Damien caught Draco’s next throw easily. The ball smacked into the leather with a satisfying thwack, and Draco clapped his hands, jumping up and down. “You did it!” the boy exclaimed. Damien smiled—small, almost shy—and tossed the ball back. “Your turn, champ.” Elena’s breath caught again. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen him smile like that. Not the dangerous smirk. Not the cruel edge. But a real one.

Dale said. At this point, Mr. Draco was brewing in anger, maybe he felt disgusted with the way Dale looked at me. I could see how much he was trying to hold it in. “Hello, Dale,” Mr. Draco said, a dry smile escaping his lips. “Oh, Mr. Draco, please forgive my manners; I didn’t see you there,” Dale chuckled.

he asked, earning a death glare in return. A smirk formed on Draco's face. "Fine then, let's have it your way," Draco pulled him back to the sun with the chain tied around his neck and he screeched in pain. He kept struggling and crying out loud and Draco simply chuckled with a satisfied look on his face. While Draco did that, Kira would steal glances at Damien who had not made an attempt to look at her since he arrived. When she had greeted him this morning, he had simply replied her quickly and walked away making her heart sink to the deepest pit of her stomach.

Draco groaned in pain as he tried to get up with a flushed face, embarrassed by being defeated by a skinny girl who didn't seem very well trained in magic? A grin spread across Astrid's face. She started laughing so hard that her body was shaking. Clutching her stomach with a smug grin and a mocking smile, Astrid sneered at Draco. “Are you sure you are a dragon? You can't even kill a fragile girl like me,” sneered Astrid with satisfaction. “You witch! You are playing with me, human!” Draco hissed angrily with a very sharp gaze.

She stomped away. I chugged the drink and placed down the glass with a thud. “Am I drunk or are you seeing what I’m seeing?” I narrowed my eyes at some man who was now harassing the green head. “That’s Malfoy.” Storm’s jaw ticked. “It’s him.” I clenched my hands. Does he even know what this place is? I doubted that. Junior would’ve gotten him the moment he was recognized.

IRIS' POV. After that, the party proceeded. Although we didn’t get to spend time with the couple, they waved and smiled at us from time to time. But through everything that was happening, I could tell Draco was not in the mood anymore. “Are you okay?” I asked. We were alone and sitting at one of the bars around. He drank all the rum in his glass before setting it on the counter. “He keeps looking at you the whole fucking time.”

His snarl echoed, but it carried desperation rather than dominance. Draco, on the other hand, lingered near the shadows, a smirk tugging his lips as though this entire battle was nothing more than a spectacle for his amusement. With a casual shrug, he slipped backward, his cloak dragging across the stone floor. “If you survive,” he said smoothly, his voice carrying over the clash of growls, “I will surely meet you soon.” I turned my head just enough to snarl at him. Coward. “Then you’d better get stronger,” I spat, voice thick with promise, “because when I meet you again, I’ll strike you straight in the heart.”